Saturday, October 30, 2010
Friday, October 29, 2010
Zach and I got to stay for part of the morning to see her class' Halloween parade and song program. Allie was officially the only one dressed up as Jesse (complete with red hair...she was fairly adamant about the need for red hair...unfortunately, the only thing I could find was an Ariel wig, but it seemed to work!) in her class.
Both Allie and Zach are already incredibly excited about Trick-or-Treating on Sunday!
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Despite having every single pre-labor symptom in the book (for the past week), yes, I am still pregnant.
And, since I am exhausted and pretty much feel like crud all the time, I will spare providing you with any additional commentary...because who really wants to sit around and read a preggo's list full of complaints?
I have never felt more like a ticking time bomb in my entire life.
Hopefully my next post will be a bit more exciting....
Thursday, October 21, 2010
It's actually kind of a long story as to how I came about having no kids on this lovely, sunny, Fall Thursday morning. But, suffice it to say, I'm a tad bit embarrassed by the whole ordeal and was even hesitant to bring it up. Anyway, for inquiring minds (dying to know), let me just inform you that it is entirely possible to have over 12 hours of painful, consistent labor contractions that land you at the doctor's office whereupon you are sent to the hospital. After the administration of a miracle drug known as IV fluids at said hospital, it is entirely possible that all painful contractions completely come to a halt and you are dumbfounded as you come to the realization that even though this is your THIRD pregnancy, apparently you still cannot recognize the difference between false and real labor.
Anyway, I'm sure some day we will all look back at this and laugh, but I'm not quite there yet.
On the positive side of things, I did get some ice cream out of the whole ordeal and I didn't even feel guilty about eating it because I have gained absolutely no weight throughout the third trimester of this pregnancy. And, no, I'm not going to tell you how much I have gained over the first two trimesters because that would just nullify the success I feel over gaining nothing over these past 6-8 weeks.
In other news, Allie informed me this week that she has super power abilities. Well, not quite in those terms, but she did let me know that the reason God gave her two ears is so that she has one to listen to me talk while she can use the other (simultaneously) to listen to herself talk. When I told her nicely that I didn't think it worked quite like that, she insisted I was misinformed. So, I gave up the argument and succumbed to my own laughter because who am I to get in the way of a budding super hero?
Zach, the 3-year old who still insists that he is unable to pull his own pants up each morning, has proclaimed that when he grows up he wants to be a doctor so he can help sick people...or a space man so he can fly in a rocket. When asked how he was going to learn how to do those things, he responded that mommy was going to teach him. I'm glad he has such a high opinion of me, but I hope he is not too terribly disappointed when he discovers my abilities do not quite cover the realm of medicine and aeronautics. But, I think I'll remind him when he's a tad bit older and insists that I'm an idiot that at one time he did think of me as a genius.
Well, for now, this genius who can't even tell when she's in labor or not, is going to take a nice, long, hot shower without having to listen to Mickey Mouse Clubhouse in the background and enjoy the rest of the peaceful morning before the kiddoes return.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
I haven't been to the MN Zoo with the kids since this past spring and it has been quite some time since Ben has been there with us. So, we were all pleasantly surprised at all the changes/updates to the different exhibits that are either done or underway.
This also marked the first time we were able to do the entire zoo minus a stroller and diaper bag (and yes, I do realize that it also probably marks the last time we will do the zoo minus the stroller and diaper bag for quite some time!). Although we brought the kids' wagon for the longer walks through the outside portion of the zoo, Allie and Zach did most of the walking through the inside portions all on their own. Let it be known that Zach was not all that entirely happy about the walking portion of the zoo and spent a fair amount of time on Ben's shoulders. Zach proclaimed his favorite animal to be the lions...which at first puzzled us because there actually aren't any lions (seriously, don't ask...I'm still trying to come to terms with the fact that we have a state zoo that does not have lions or giraffes). Anyway, we think that he was either referring to the tigers or the leopards we saw.
Allie's favorite part was seeing the baby dolphin who was born this past summer. Although she is not yet on exhibit, we were able to see her swimming with her mom and grandma in the dolphin arena.
After seeing all the animals and spending time playing at the outdoor playground...
I'm fairly certain most all of Zach's blue ice cream cone ended up on his face. Well, at least the parts that Daddy didn't help eat.
We all had a great time and three of the four of us fell fast asleep on the ride home. And now, we are finishing our fun family day with another suggestion of Allie's: family movie night with the new Tinkerbelle movie.
Monday, October 11, 2010
The crazy-ness continued this weekend as I enlisted everyone's help to majorly clean the house--inside and out. We also finally took Olivia's new car seat out of the box and made sure we knew how to set it up. I also proceeded to wash all the covers for the bouncy seat, swing, and car seat bundle-me. Then, I felt compelled to ensure that my bags were completely packed and proceeded to make a list of last minute items that would need to be grabbed on our way out (ie-camera, laptop, extra clothes--because I honestly don't have enough clothes to keep an extra set in a suit case and not in my wardrobe rotation). Now, I've been worried that maybe I should start packing the kids' bags for grandma's too...but, have so far held off on doing that.
Oh, and by the way, our family mini-van decided to bite the dust this past week, leaving us down to one vehicle. Thankfully, although the transmission was beginning to go, we caught it soon enough that the cost of repair was far less than originally anticipated and there wasn't any "terminal damage" (as the mechanic put it) done. Thankfully, we are bringing our fully repaired van home tonight and I believe it may only be a matter of time before Olivia's car seat is officially installed.
So, the above account of our week's activities begs the question: Nesting or Insanity? Is Olivia really coming sooner than expected or am I just that much of a type-A planner/panicker that I feel compelled to get everything ready far sooner than the typical person?
I was leaning more toward the latter until my OB appointment today where I discovered that all of the annoying contractions I've been experiencing over the last 2.5-3 weeks have actually resulted in some real progress and that my constant need to pee every five seconds is due to the fact that Olivia's head has officially dropped into position.
I'm sure there is still a fair amount of insanity that comes into play with my recent preparations, but I'm sincerely hoping that maybe, just maybe, Olivia will be coming sooner rather than later. However, with my past pregnancy history (Allie: born 5 days late, Zach: born smack dab on his due date) and luck, I could very well be pregnant for another month. However, for now, I'm choosing not to think about that possibility.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Even though he enjoyed a free birthday chocolate fudge sundae (complete with whip cream--Zach's favorite part) and was the recipient of an Elvis-style "Happy Birthday" song courtesy of one of the waiter's at the pizza restaurant, Zach's sweet tooth prevailed and he couldn't wait to dig into his cake.
However, he did indulge us by waiting patiently while we sang "Happy Birthday" before blowing out his candles.
Everyone, including the birthday boy, approved of the cake. And, all children of the household experienced an intense sugar-high for the remainder of the evening.
We did, however, have to remind him that he could not actually fly with his new wings:
So, in between racing his cars:He's been racing around the house in his wings: And, seriously, what more could a little boy ask for than wings and race cars?Well, birthday cake - of course!
(to be continued...)
Although we had his official birthday party this past Saturday (blog posts with pictures to be coming soon), we decided to make today special for him by a family birthday pancake breakfast at IHOP.
Of course, that was only after the obligatory birthday morning pictures. Here is Zach's first awake moments as an official 3-year-old:
Zach is definitely NOT a morning person. He much prefers to lounge around in bed with his pajamas on and is never in a hurry to get anywhere or do anything in the morning. Thankfully the promise of pancakes was enough to get him out of bed this morning.
Allie and Daddy were pretty excited about birthday pancakes too!
After breakfast, Daddy had to go to work and we had to drop Allie off at preschool. Then, Zach and I headed home where we had a "special" birthday surprise waiting: a Buzz Lightyear and Woody matchbox car! He had fun playing with his new cars until it was time to head to ECFE where he shared a special birthday cookie treat with his friends and even enjoyed having "Happy Birthday" sung to him. It was so fun to overhear him tell all the teachers that today was his birthday and listen in to his conversations with them about being three.
Happy Third Birthday, Zach! We love you and are so happy that you are a part of our family!
Saturday, October 2, 2010
In my defense, the reason I ended up with the wrong detergent in the first place is that apparently the Target I frequent doesn't see the point in stocking the HE type of detergents and regular detergents separately. They do an adequate job of separation for some of the brands, but apparently not for the particular brand I purchase. While I was looking, to my horror, I noticed the HE types and regular types of my preferred brand were completely co-mingled. Not cool. At all. I'm pretty sure I checked and re-checked at least 10 times for fear I would end up at home with the wrong detergent again.
So anyway, after ensuring I had indeed chosen the correct laundry detergent, the kids and I decided to take a tour of the toys because I was trying desperately to kill some time because I knew Ben was going to be home late from work. On the way to the toys, we walked past the intimates section which sparked the following conversation between my two children:
Allie: Oh! Look at all the beautiful bras!
Zach: I need a bra.
Allie: NO! Boys do not wear bras. Bras are only for girls.
Zach: Boys can wear bras too! I need a boy one. In blue. My favorite color.
Allie: Zach, the reason boys do not wear bras is because they do not have big chestes (I believe the word 'chestes' is actually the plural form of chest).
Zach: Yes they do! Boys have big, strong chestes!
Allie: No, Zach. That is not how God made boys. Boys' chestes do not grow. God made girls' chestes to grow...bigger and bigger...and then they need bras to hold them in.
Allie: Like, when I'm 6 or 7, my chestes is going to grow and then I will need a bra. (At this point, I did interject to inform Allie that she will probably be older than 6 or 7 before that happens).
Then we were thankfully past the bra aisle and the conversation ended. And, I'm fairly certain the three women we passed while on our way to the toys that overheard the conversation were holding back laughter.
Friday, October 1, 2010
Jennifer Richardson Dzioba...
would prefer to clean the house when it is gloomy and cloudy out as opposed to bright and sunny...there is something about the sun shining through the windows, illuminating every single speck of dust, smudge, and fingerprint on every single surface of her home that makes it feel like she could clean all day long and accomplish close to nothing.
would like to make applesauce with all those apples taking up residence in her refrigerator's fruit drawer, but has no motivation to peel, core, and cut them all up.
's son is convinced that he will one day be able to fly...as soon as he can acquire a rocket or a pair of some wings.
is experiencing a crisis of major proportions...the washing machine is broken and the only two pairs of pants that fit her right now are dirty.
is convinced Yankee Candle Company has put something in their candles that causes them to disappear far too quickly...either that or there is a major candle burning addiction in the works at her house.
's husband just informed her that the reason the washing machine is not working is because she has been using the wrong type of soap. Apparently, HE machines and regular laundry detergent produce massive amounts of bubbles that must be personally scooped out and removed.
's daughter just informed her that it is good that we have two potty seats (an adult one and a kid one) because her mom's butt is pretty big. Thanks.
would like to announce that, for the record, her husband was present during the shopping trip that the non-HE laundry soap was purchased and he did not object.
is excited about her new cell phone that now also keeps her calendar and sends/receives e-mail. Her husband is most excited about the GPS feature so that his wife will stop calling him at work to ask for directions when she is lost.
is glad that the people from House Hunters aren't considering purchasing her home because if they think the kitchen and bathroom they just looked at needs updating, then I don't want to know what they think of mine.
's son's nose is sick today and she has now become "Bob" as opposed to "Mom."
's husband had a great day at work, so we made him Rice Krispie Treats in celebration. Unfortunately, she discovered her biggest bowl is not big enough to contain and mix a double batch of Rice Krispie Treats and half the cereal ended up on the kitchen floor.
thinks this is probably TMI for a status update, but must share that her son now officially names his bowel movements after members of her family. For instance, last night, after a very small turd and a more moderate sized one, he proclaimed he just had a "Mommy Poopy and a Baby Olivia Poopy."